Jake picks you up in his right hand, which wouldn't normally be a giant constricting mechanism capable of a deathly strong grip, if of course you were normal sized. But you aren't.
He holds you close to his face, and you can feel his breath. It is warm, and smells sweet; likely some candy or a sugary drink passed those lips a while ago. As he looks at you, with big, curious eyes, his stomach growls, and he suddenly remembers:
"Oh yeah! My snack! Hey, new toy, want to join me?"
Jake carries you over to the table in the living room, where he has a plate with a lot of crumbs, and a couple crackers with peanut butter spread on top. The boy sits down and places you on the plate.
"Ooh, my favorite show!" Jake calls your attention to the television, which you just realized was on. Some cartoon nonsense was on, but it was obviously enjoyable for the young boy, so you were extremely grateful for the distraction.
At least, then, you were.
As you stood on the plate, contemplating your next move to escape and hopefully figure all this out, Jake's gigantic hand picks you up along with a cracker you were next to, and you land on your back in peanut butter. Oh no! The gooey substance holds you down, and you are forced to watch yourself be lifted up, towards Jake's gaping mouth, and placed inside. He was so entranced by the TV that he forgot about you!
You quickly roll off (the saliva made it easier to move) the cracker to avoid being crushed by the boy's teeth as he loudly chewed up the cracker. You are taunted by the light coming in as Jake chews with his mouth open...if only he chewed slower! Then maybe you could escape. But it was too late. You and the masticated cracker mush slid to the back of his throat, and with a loud gulp, are pushed down, into a one-way trip to the seven-year-old's stomach.